Evolution of the heart, mends the mind Twirled through segments And seasoned stargazing Opens the eyes of bewilderment Seizing upon the wisps of whispers Representing what you have requested Reinvested through your relationship But never known to show a crown Of bejeweled blackseed opened And delighted by devils curve And where whoosh, traveled there I slip slowly through slippery Sheets of ice that moves swiftly Where I don’t ignite a thing of the ocean Breathing the coldness of calamity And worthlessness written on withered Old paper, within the heart Where mending seems to mediate From open to oppressive measures Only spoken through troubled waters And frozen upon frozen eyes Leaving me empty, without a heart To mend any mind. Russell Sivey